Todos los capítulos de Rogue Princess: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

EREBUS A knock on my door wakes me up. “Go away,” I yell pulling the covers over my head. Instead of going away the knocking gets louder, until whoever it is walks in without permission. Assuming that it is my brother or my mother, I just growl loudly hoping they leave. The blankets are roughly pulled off my body and faster than they can think, I grab them around the throat and slam them up against the wall. My Beta, Boris raises his hands in defeat. “It’s just me,” he gasps as my hand still remains tightened around his neck. Dropping him to the ground, I pace back to my bed and drop down on the mattress. “Why are you here so early on a Sunday?” “You are the one that called me on a Saturday night,” he reminds me. Propping myself up on my elbows, I shrug my shoulders. “What did you find out then?” Sitting himself down on chair in front of my fireplace he pulls out a file from his jacket. “Walter Nash, 79 years old. Ex Hunter. Stopped hunting about ten years ago.

ELLA“If you think we are done talking about last night you are mistaken,” I yell after his disappearing form. If he thinks I am going to be so forgiving he has lost his mind. Still, I run my thumb over my lips that are still tingling from the kiss. In this moment I know that no matter what my mind says, I am a goner. No matter where I go or how much I try to fight it, I will come back to him. I want Erebus Lyall, the fucking Lycan King. “Shit,” I say, growling loudly in the night not wanting to admit the truth to myself yet. Gramps’s voice rings through the night, “language, Young Lady.”Turning on my heels, I stare at him through the darkness. “Oh you haven’t heard any language yet.” Stomping into the cabin I glare at them both. “Both of you will tell me the truth… now.”Grandma Grace stands to object, but Gramps places his hand on her head and pushes her back down in her seat. “It is time she knows,” he grunts as he leans against the fireplace.“Ten years ago witch came

EREBUS Laying on my back in my bed I look up at the ceiling and cannot help but smile thinking about the Little Vixen that is my mate. She is not what I expected my mate to be. Growing up I had dreamt of the mate bond, prayed for it even. I knew that my mate would be strong, confident, caring, and above a lady that would set a fine example for my kingdom. My Little Vixen is a lot of those things, but she is most certainly not a lady, or does not appear to be one on the outside. Tattoos of strange symbols cover her arms and back. Her long black hair is striped with different bright colors daily. Ella has no issues showing a little bit of skin and wearing tight clothing, showing off her voluptuous curves. She is not what I expected but deep down I know she is exactly what I need. My life has not been carefree since... ever. Always being in the public eye, heir to the Lycan throne, I had to be on my best behavior. Sure I have taken many women into my bed over the years, but

ELLA The sound of snow crunching outside of the shed catches my attention. Quietly I move one of the tables up against the shed doors and I slip back into the darkness. Someone pushes against the doors of the shed with a grunt and the table inches away from the door slightly. Backing up farther, my back hits one of the tables and I instinctively duck under and pull the sheet down over the top. I hear the table scratch against the floor once more and I hold my breath, trying not to make any noise. A sudden gust of wind circles the shed, ripping it apart piece by piece. The witches have found me, and I am defenseless. Gripping onto one of the legs of the table that I am under, I try to keep it anchored to the ground with my weight. The circling wind becomes stronger with each pass that it makes. The table that I am hiding under is rocking above me and my grip is becoming loose. The wind stops circling, and everything comes crashing to the ground around me. Raising m

ELLA The feeling of circles being traced up and down back lures me out of my sleep. My eyes flutter open and I see nothing but smooth skin under my cheeks. My fingers spread across his smooth skin and the tingle of the mate bond create a subtle warmth between us. For just this moment I want to pretend like none of this is complicated. I want to pretend like this is a normal relationship. I am not a disappointment to my family, and he isn’t a King. Erebus’s hand snakes under the back of my oversized t-shirt and his smooth hands caress the small of my back. A little squeal lives my lips as he picks me up and lays me flat across his body. My legs instinctively spread so I am straddling his hips. He holds my hips firmly in his grasp and I can feel his erection brushing up against my core. Even through my panties and his sweats I can still feel how much he wants me. Teasingly, I wiggle my hips playfully back and forth against his hard length. A low, sexy growl leaves his lips